Rising to her full height, she moved to a nearby chair and took her seat. A stark contrast formed between Sophia’s broken, disheveled form and Katelyn’s composed presence.
“Speak,” came the simple command after Katelyn settled herself.
Through the fog of agony clouding her mind, Sophia mustered her final reserves of strength. Her gaze found Katelyn’s face as she whispered, “It’s your student, Alfy.”
Katelyn froze. Disbelief etched itself across her face as she stared at Sophia.
Alfy? Every possible person had crossed her mind, but never Alfy. If Alfy truly stood at the center of this, what possible reason could explain it? How could Alfy have any connection to the T Organization? Could it be that Bernie was already tied to the T Organization? If that were the case, then Alfy’s involvement might make sense.
The revelation struck Katelyn like a physical blow. Acceptance of this unexpected truth visibly struggled across her face.
Between labored breaths, Sophia continued, “I don’t know the full extent of their connection, but the T Organization is protecting Alfy. That much, I’m sure of.”
These words drained the last of her strength. Her body went limp against the floor as her eyelids fluttered closed.
“That’s all I know,” Sophia murmured. “Believe it or don’t.”
A long, penetrating look was Katelyn’s only response. Neither belief nor disbelief showed in her expression. Instead, she stepped forward, flicking a pill into Sophia’s mouth. “Get some sleep.”
No resistance came from Sophia. The moment the pill slid down her throat, blessed relief began to flow through her tormented body as the pain gradually subsided.
Why did Katelyn have access to poisons so potent, so refined, that even she, an expert in toxins, couldn’t counteract them? That night, Sophia tried every antidote and technique she knew. Nothing worked. If anything, her attempts only made the pain worse.
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Katelyn wasn’t just skilled in medicine. She had become an unparalleled master in poisons as well.
A dark resentment flared in her chest as Sophia watched Katelyn’s retreating figure.
Why? During their training, Katelyn had devoted herself solely to medicine. How had she mastered the art of making poisons with such deadly precision?
Though bitterness filled Sophia’s heart, there was nothing she could do. For now, survival meant depending on Katelyn to purge the deadly toxins from her system.
Back in her study, Katelyn immersed herself in research materials, determined to unravel the mysterious connection between Alfy and the T Organization.
From her chair, memories flowed as she searched for any unusual interactions between Zoey and Alfy that might have escaped her notice. Despite wracking her brain for answers, Katelyn couldn’t uncover any logical reason.
The night before Zoey’s capture, Alfy had barely arrived in Granville. No interaction whatsoever had occurred between the two. Without contact, what reason could the T Organization have for taking Zoey? Was it really under the guise of protecting Alfy? That theory seemed rather improbable.
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